Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Kidnapping, Threats, Possible Non-Con, BDSM Punishment, etc.


Over the next half-hour, Dean simply held a still emotionally compromised Seth close to him, rocking them back and forth and planting soft kisses on his tousled head. Seth, who was absolutely beside himself with angst over what had happened to Dean, wanted to know absolutely everything - from Roman's breakdown in the locker room to Dean getting handcuffed to the bed by Ryback. Dean was hesitant. Given Seth's current condition, he wasn't sure if that much information was healthy for the boy's psyche. But when Seth wouldn't back down, he finally relented.

It was difficult for him to recount those times. As a dominant personality in a three-way relationship, he never wanted to put that much pressure on his submissive at one time - especially when he was in such a fragile state. But not only that... he also didn't like to reopen barely-healed wounds. Watching Roman fall to pieces on that bathroom floor and become utterly unresponsive to all methods of communication had nearly broken him. But Seth wanted, no, Seth needed to know these things. After all, the road to recovery was painful and, at some points, even scary.

So he told him. He left out a few details (not for lack of wanting to tell them to Seth, but for realizing that they weren't his story to tell) here and there, but the basic story remained true-to-life. He reminded Seth of the nasty beating that Roman had taken to his ribs and face after near back-to-back encounters with Big Show and Sheamus. Dean had managed to track Roman down to the bathroom, and, in an attempt to comfort him, they had had sex. But only on the condition that Dean would cause Roman bodily harm while doing so. Seth started to cry again.

"I'm sorry." He sniffled, apologizing for crying so often. Dean only shook his head, silently forgiving him, and wiping the tears away from the submissive's eyes. "I should have known that he was hurt, I should have done something..." he trailed off uselessly.

Dean kissed his temple softly. "Seth, you were preoccupied with staying alive. Honestly, I don't think that Roman blames you. He'd much rather have you alive right now, then to find you dead because you were fussing over him. Do you see what I'm saying?"

"That night... when I came to see you in the hospital... after you cut yourself... do you remember that?" Seth looked up at him innocently, not trying to reopen old wounds, but only make a point. "I was looking for him, and the doctors called, and I just... I just stopped."

Kisses landed all over his face. Salty tears chased over plump pink lips, and Dean tasted Seth's sadness. "Don't worry about it."

"What if he was out there, Dean? What if he was bleeding to death and I just stopped looking for him?" Seth cried, his eyes lost.

Dean continued to chase away the fears that lingered in Seth's mind. "But he wasn't bleeding to death, and he didn't die. He's fine, Seth. Just fine."

"But he could have!" And then, his brown eyes widened, suddenly filling with even more tears. "And, oh God, Philly!"

Confused, Dean pulled back a little bit - or, at least, he tried to. Seth latched onto him, almost falling off of the bed in the process. "What about Phil?"

"I was..." Seth was so tense, and he sounded on the brink of hyperventilation. Dean rubbed his back comfortingly. "I was running from Ryback, and he had a gun... oh God, he shot him! There was so much blood... and I just froze... I couldn't do anything for him! I didn't help him, Dean. I didn't do anything!"

"Shh... C'mon, Sethie. Take a deep breath, now. And another. Another. C'mon - the nurse will make me leave if you hyperventilate." That seemed to knock Seth out of his stupor, and he started to breathe semi-normally again. "And what happened to Phil, it's not your fault either. You didn't know he'd be there, or that there was a gun."

"I should have done something." Seth whispered, feeling decidedly weaker.

Dean stared into his eyes, feeling suddenly helpless. "Sometimes, you just have to accept that there was nothing you could do."

Dean didn't think that he had ever seen Seth cry this much, and he decided that he would never let him cry this much in the future. It didn't suit the pretty boy. He thought back to what he had told him about Ryback duct-taping him to the shower bench and taking his innocence away from him, and having to wait until the janitor came the next morning to finally be free. He must've hurt so badly - but whether it was the pain from the rape or the shame that he felt, Dean was certain he would never know. It brought an entirely different light on his attempted suicide in that shower stall.

That notion made him pull Seth a little bit closer to him. Seth came willingly, wiping his tears on Dean's shirt once again. Dean couldn't care less. He could feel his boy come undone beneath him, the tears coming to a standstill, but his heart still broken and his mind still filled with so much confusion. Dean understood that by asking Seth to accept that it wasn't his fault, he was essentially asking him to accept the unacceptable. Seth would always feel as if there was something else that he could have done, even if it wasn't true. Just like Dean - and eventually Roman - would wish that they could be there to save Seth the first time.

Dean sucked in a harsh breath. "You shouldn't be this upset over not protecting us, Seth. You are our submissive, and we weren't there for you when you needed us. We were the ones that failed you, not the other way around." Came the weak confession.

Seth sniffled, offering a weak smile. "I can't believe that I ever believed you two didn't love me."

A moment of silence passed, before Dean reached forward, taking Seth's face in his hands. He lifted the two-toned man's face until they could look into each other's eyes. "Do you trust me, Seth?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

A look of confusion, then pain, crossed over the two-toned man's face. "How could you even ask something like that? Of course I trust you."

Still staring into Seth's mesmerizing brown eyes, Dean said, "Then I need you to do something for me."

"Anything." He readily replied.

"I'm going to kiss you." Dean said, casually lowering his eyes to Seth's plump, pink lips. "And when I do, I want you to think of everything that Ryback ever did to you, think of all the abuse that you endured, and give it to me. Bite me, claw at me, punch me, kick me - whatever. Just give it to me, like I was him. Do you understand?"

"I don't want to hurt you." Seth confessed weakly.

"I'll ask you one more time, Seth. Do you trust me?"

Seth looked at him uncertainly, before finally closing the distance between them and kissing Dean with all of the force he could muster. Suddenly, images of Ryback came to the forefront of his mind, uninvited. And then, it wasn't Dean kissing him, but Ryback. He started to fight, taking his nails to the side of Dean's face and drawing dark beads of blood to the surface. He punched him in the shoulder (from the satisfying crack that followed, clearly dislocating it). Dean was groaning now, but that didn't stop Seth. He drew back, punching Dean in his left eye. It started to swell almost immediately. And then, like magic, the spell was broken.

Dean leaned over and spit out a mouthful of blood - most likely coming from his tongue, which Seth had tried to cut in half with his teeth. "Feel better now?" He asked weakly, obviously not expecting such vicious force from his smaller lover.

"Actually, yes." Seth's eyes seemed a little brighter and he seemed a bit perkier too. "Much, much better."

Dean forced a small smile, but it was bloody. "Good."


Phil turned tired, olivine eyes onto his lover. He'd been awake for somewhere near a half-hour now, but he'd enjoyed watching his lover slumber so peacefully beside him. But now, he felt it was time to wake him up, "Chris?"

Chris stirred only slightly, muttering a slight, "Hmm..."

Phil smiled, weakly raising an arm to ruffle Chris' hair. "Chris, love? It's time to wake up, baby." He said.

Chris' eyes snapped open, instantly recognizing that voice. "Phil!" Phil was snickering, enjoying the way that Chris' hair flew in every direction. But Chris didn't care. Instantly, he closed the distance between them, kissing the newly awake patient for all he was worth.

The nurse, who was waiting to check Phil's vitals on the other side of the hospital curtain, only smiled and drew the curtain closed - they deserved a few minutes of privacy.